Ember
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Post by Ember on Aug 26, 2011 17:20:10 GMT -5
Dy'shi woke to a concerned and afraid Chakraith speaking to him. Mine. Dy'shimine! Our weyr is shaking. The bluerider blinked sleepily until the shaking actually registered and he scrambled out of bed just in time to avoid a shelf and its various knick-knacks falling on him. Now see, Dy'shi was a native southerner and he knew exactly what was going on. In fact, there'd been one that collapsed the wherhandlers' mine not too long ago. An earthquake, that's what it was. He was probably one of the very few people in the weyr who wouldn't panic, and not because their mindmate exuded calmness even when they were afraid. Th boy-rider made a beeline for his dragon (snagging the sleeping Sheya as he went), curling up against her chest. She could handle a few of the smaller rocks that would have knocked him out or killed him...and if anything managed to crush her he already understood that he'd follow her into death. Dy'shi watched his room's destruction knowing it probably wouldn't be long until the earth stood still again. It still seemed like forever until the shaking stopped. When he was certain that the tremors had stopped he extricated himself from his dragon's protective craddling and crossed his weyr to the entrance. Not that he could get out of his weyr through the small unblocked part, but he could at least see out. What he saw made him go completely pale. Chak, this is bad. Let the others know what I'm saying, please? It took him only a moment to tell his blue what he wanted her to say and then she was repeating it for everyone on the east side of the weyr, Is everyone alright? Mine informs me that the third floor is heavily damaged. The creche seems alright. The land entrance to the infirmary is blocked, as are most of the weyrs, including ours. I also cannot get out from my weyrledge. We are trapped. Is anyone capable of getting out or providing assistance?---- Welcome to the Earthquake! This thread is for ALL SLEEPING RIDERS ON THE EAST SIDE OF THE WEYR (check the Rider Weyrs here), ANY SLEEPING WEYRFOLK, and ANY PERSON THAT IS IN THE CRECHE (for whatever reason). The earthquake takes place in the middle of the night. It is a really bad earthquake, and Selenitas is located very close to the epicenter, so damage will be extensive. ALL airborne exits on floors 1-3 are blocked off by rubble and large sheets of falling rock; dragons not able to fit in the halls will have to wait for whers to clear their ledges, and/or may attempt to dig themselves out. Floor 4 is in various states of disaster; some dragons may be able to get out. ASSUMING everyone is in their own weyr:- Leilani, Erilena, Raebeli, C'zan, Kalina, and the weyrfolk will find their floor heavily damaged. They will have to climb over rubble to get out or wait for the whers to dig them out. R'ril was crushed to death by his ceiling. Pity. - Syrene, L'nu, Jenna, and Kalierre can probably make their way to the creche if they're careful on the stairs. They can also probably make it to the surface, though the stairs past the third floor are even worse. - Ba'sun, V'rael, Garaeth, Dy'shi, G'tor, and those in the creche will find that their floor is heavily damaged. They can't get to the infirmary even if they get out of their own weyr but the lucky few who can climb over the debris blocking their way can make it to the relatively untouched creche. - M'ta, H'nes, K'ian, and Caden will notice that the earthquake has them throughly trapped. If they can make it out of their weyrs they'll find that the hallway has collapsed in multiple places as well. Things to keep in mind: - Only very experienced and highly trained dragons can Between ground-to-air. Dragons under 5 turns of age are very unlikely to know how, and Selenitas-native dragons are also unlikely to know how. - Make sure to read everyone else's posts carefully so you don't contradict. Bolding names may help. - You have full dominion over your own weyr/room - destroy it as much or as little as you want. Injure your character as much or as little as you want. - For those who make it to the creche/were there during the earthquake: it is full of scared, upset children. It is noisy and rather unpleasant. - Your first post should set up where your character is, and whether or not they're going to one of the meeting places. They are also welcome to be trapped or lost. - Please let me post at least once in between each of your posts. - Ask questions if you have them! Have fun!
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Aug 26, 2011 20:03:19 GMT -5
G'tor, wake up!
G'tor rolled out of bed so fast he slammed painfully to the floor. Ruskeath hadn't bothered to use his full name in ages, so it must be an emergency. "What? Where? Is..." Then he realized that the floor hadn't stopped moving when he hit it. Shards and shells, it was an earthquake! "Star, Tervain, Ranchan! Get to Ruskeath now!" The ceiling was cracking now and rocks were already blocking the weyrledge outside. The two fire lizard came awake, keening with distress and immediately huddled under the brown dragons large bulk. Ruskeath howled as a large rock crushed his tail, but stood firm as the smaller ones showered his back.
Tor-mine, hurry! Come here! It is not safe! Ruskeath's eyes glowed yellow with fear, as G'tor stubbornly remained by his bed. "Star!" he yelled, trying hard to remain calm as he searched through the furs and pillows. "I have to find Star!" He could sense the little salamandyr in his mind. She was awake, but too terrified to move. "Come on, darling," he whispered urgently. "Tell me where you are." The picture came clear and fearful. "Got you!" G'tor cupped his hands protectively over the tiny creature, just as the world gave another might heave and the ceiling gave way.
Tor-mine, can you hear me? Please, G'tor! Answer me! Ruskeath's normally calm voice reached near panic as his cries continued to go unanswered. All he could sense from his rider's mind was blackness and silence and it terrified him. Forcing himself to remain calm, Ruskeath reached out to any other dragons who could hear him, answering Chakraith's own message. Mine will not answer me, Ruskeath called in a forced calm. We are trapped and I can not see him. Please send help as soon as possible.
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Post by dragon on Aug 26, 2011 22:15:28 GMT -5
The bully wouldn't put him down, wouldn't stop hitting him, and certainly wouldn't stop shaking him all over the place like a big canine might do to a tunnelcat. It took a firm poke from Paglieth to get L'nu to wake up from his reality associated nightmare into the real one that was taking place. Stones were falling from the cracked ceiling, pelting the sleeping bluerider into a dozen bruises even as his bed danced across the floor from the shaking. L'nu yelled, flailing until he flopped out of the bed entirely, landing on his hands and knees. Only to get popped on the back of his neck right where it met his shoulders. Yelping in pain but otherwise unharmed, he was lurched to the floor again as the floor refused to stay put.
"PAGLIETH!" L'nu yelled finally, unable to get up. He knew what was happening ... it wasn't the first time that he'd experienced a quake. Granted, this was his first time to see one in the Weyr. Or one this bad, for that matter.
Everything is fine! Paglieth answered, hemming and hawing out on his ledge as rocks and boulders pelted past. The Blue was wavering back and forth out there, not at all sure what he was going to do. What he should do. Concern and worry colored his eyes, defying what he'd said even as his tone had as well. For even now, he couldn't talk straight to save his life.
"I know! Come get me, and get us out of here! I can't get up!!" L'nu ordered, doing his best to climb to his feet but failing miserably every time, only stumbling and falling every time he got ten inches off the floor.
Whining miserably, the Blue turned and shimmied his way across the floor without ever really lifting his belly from the stone. It was the only way even he could get anywhere. Just as his tail left his ledge, larger boulders hit it and sheared it off before the avalanche completely sealed it in ... followed by more of the ceiling coming down. Barking a surprised and terrified yelp, Paglieth surged farther inward, trying to get away from the falling stones and get to his rider faster as well. For the outer sections were worst for falling stone, but not the only.
A huge chunk of ceiling fell, landing square on L'nu's displaced bed and smashing it to a jillion bits. Screaming, L'nu reflexively covered his head with his arms. Thankfully he hadn't been on the bed when that happened. Unfortunately ... his leg had been under it. He didn't feel it at first, shock and terror dulling his sense of pain. It wasn't until he tried to move that he realized that he was pinned. At which point he screamed again, this time in pain.
L'numine! I'm leaving! Paglieth called, slithering farther inward, cramming himself into the portion of the weyr where L'nu's quarters had been. Had being the operative word. Forcing his shoulders through the partition, splintered wood rained down with the stones that continued to fall. Crawling over the boulder and bed remains, the dragon lifted his wings as he curled around his rider protectively. Tucking his head and tail under his own sails, he clamped his wings down over everything.
I got you.
L'nu only whimpered, still pinned but otherwise protected under his dragon ... who was inadvertently also pinning down what was left of the bed. He had no capacity for coherent thought at the moment, all he knew was a world of pain. Smallish bruises all over, and one massively broken leg that was still quite pinned in place.
Where is Rose? Paglieth asked, before deciding that the Gold had long since left the entire area at the first sign of danger. Typical.
At the broadcasted call, Paglieth shifted his position only slightly to ease the tension that was building in response to all the blows his own body had taken and was still taking. We are dead, mine is fine. He answered, hoping that someone would come help his before his passed out ... that darkness was coming closer alarmingly quickly, and it scared the Blue. Don't wake, mine. Don't wake. They're leaving. he encouraged
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Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Aug 27, 2011 2:47:18 GMT -5
Syrene's eyes flew open at the very first vibrations, the ones that hardly moved a single glow out of place. The Bluerider leaped out of bed like a spring released from high tension forces, arms curled in an iron grip around the Bronze Salamandyr that had been rudely awoken from his deep slumber on her chest. What is going on?! The Bronze yelped, clutching to the front of Syrene's loose, white tank top. We are having an earthquake. The main wave will hit in 2.6 seconds; brace yourselves.
Wridelth launched himself from his quaking weyrledge and hovered silently in the air horizontally parallel to it, making sure to keep enough distance so that any above rubble would not hit him. The ground inside the Weyr began to quake violently, chips of the ledge Wridelth had just been asleep on falling below. Rubble began to crumble from the ceiling, bouncing off of Syrene's shoulders, legs, and arms, most managing to avoid Queen in the death grip she had on him.
Syrene spared no time in rushing out of her weyr, managing to get out of the doorway in time for the worst part of the first wave. Syrene fell to the floor and curled into a small ball in the corridor around her 'mandyr, head hidden underneath her arms and shoulders, almost crushing Queen. Deafening sounds crashed down all around her as several rocks plummeted to the floor. Pain ran down her exposed back as a few heavier ones hit her. When it finally seemed to dim down a little, small vibrations still shaking the entire canyon, Syrene carefully unfolded herself and used the wall to stand. Her back hurt - it was probably scraped up a lot, but she would definitely live. Shaking, Queen crawled up the front of her shirt and tightly wrapped his shiny self around her neck, uncharacteristically scared that she had gotten hurt. Of course, he was terrified for his own life.
Looking around at the damage, Syrene noted that some of the ceiling had come loose. Her own doorway was piled with medium-sized chunks, but it was possible to get back inside. Most of her furnishings were destroyed, but she could care less about any of that right now. Looking to the end of the corridor, she saw that the stairs leading down to the surface were more secure than the ones leading to the third floor. She could probably manage to go up or down a floor, at least.
Stupidslave, now no time to hero role play![/i] hissed Queen mentally. Syrene turned the opposite way from her freedom and marched down the rest of the corridor, completely ignoring her mandyr. Although her fists were shaking, her voice was the most solid thing in the weyr - an iron-fist, warmonger voice that no one knew she had. "GET YOUR ASSES OUTSIDE! NOW!" A resounding scream echoed from the weyr she was passing by. Syrene rushed inside, leaping with ease over the rubble that had fallen in the entrance way. Adrenaline pumping through her system, Syrene turned to the situation at hand with what Wingsecond bravery she could. The bleeding Bluerider approached Paglieth's[/u] shield of blue wings with pumped up determination. "You, dragon. I'll help Yours, but you need to move, now."
Gliding around the middle of the canyon, Wridelth received Chakraith's message, forwarded it to Syrene, and then replied. Presently aerially surveying the exterior. I am available to assist. Syrene is attempting to rescue others on the second floor. Paglieth is trapped internally, mine believes L'nu is seriously injured.[/color][/b]
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Aftershock
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Post by Aftershock on Aug 27, 2011 4:10:13 GMT -5
Samael woke to a subtle shaking, and heard Heimdall snort quietly on the floor beside his bed as the canine was awoken as well. Confused, he sat up in his bed as the shaking continued, increasing in intensity. In mere moments, the shaking had increased tenfold, and Samael heard his entire room jostling around, the furniture scraping across the floor or falling to the ground as the world rumbled around him. Heimdall, confused, began barking loudly, and Samael felt Freyr awaken to the loud canine, then a combination of fear and confusion from the bronze firelizard that mirrored his own. Suddenly, he realized what was wrong... an earthquake!
Samael huddled his legs to his chest in fear, hoping it would stop soon, not wanting to even try to move anywhere in the chaos, when he suddenly felt rocks pelting his back and head. As he moved his arm over his head to try to protect himself, he suddenly was shoved off his bed by a large, furry body, and he heard and felt a large crash behind him, where he was just lying, accompanied by a loud yelp of pain. Eyes tearing up, he crawled across the debris-strewn floor, ignoring the pain from the small cuts and splinters he got from the sharp rocks and bits of broken furniture, moving slowly towards the sound of pained whining, hand outstretched.
Finally, he encountered a furry head, and he pulled himself up against Heimdall, asking, "Are you all right, boy? Tell me you're all right!" Freyr, having betweened away when the rocks began to fall, returned and chirruped before landing on Samael's shoulder, and his fear and sadness came across the link between him and his bonded as he sent an image... and image showing Heimdall on Samael's bed, his back left leg pinned beneath the rock he had saved Samael from. The dam bursting, Samael cried out in horror, and clutched Heimdall's head to his own, the tears rolling down his cheeks as he screamed out, "Help, please, someone! Heimdall is hurt and trapped! I need someone, anyone!" Freyr, torn between wanting to find help and staying with his helpless bonded, stroked Samael's cheek supportively, crooning in his ear as he listened for any further instructions or news from Chakraith.
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 27, 2011 12:01:38 GMT -5
The wingsecond was sleeping, his snores loud. He was sprawled out haphazardly on his bed, but was awoken quite rudely by the sound of the weyr screeching and cracking under him, blinking slowly, he rose up, only to notice giant rocks falling, darkening the room as they blocked Romeoth’s ledge exit. The man was so surprise that he jumped backwards, clear out of his bed onto the floor. It took him a second, but he calmed down, and took stock of what was happening. Priority number one, his dragon. He reached out for the bronze. Rom, you okay? Relieved when his dragon answered.
I’m not injured, mine. But my ledge seems to be blocked. Are you alright? He heard his dragon hissing as he frantically tried to pull rocks away from the ledge, but every time he did more fell to fill in the place. K’ian winced at an intense pain in his shoulder as one of the falling rocks slammed into Romeoth’s shoulder as he tried to get to his rider. Stop that! You’ll get us killed if you keep trying to do that. I’ll be out in a second.
Thowing on some clothes, the rider went to his doors, but they wouldn’t open. Frowning, he pushed with all his might, but they wouldn’t budge. He coughed as dust from the falling rocks entered his lungs. He had to keep calm though. He turned to the ledge again. Rom, I’m trapped in my weyr, but fine. Romeoth’s eyes whirled in distress. Chakraith and hers are trapped as well. Should I go get help? K’ian shook his head. No. I’m fine. Check on H’nes and Caden please. They are more important now.
Clearly Romeoth didn’t agree, but he flew off, mind reaching out to Chakraith for a moment. Mine is trapped in his weyr. He is uninjured, but I can hear him coughing. Then, obediently, he searched for the minds of Quarth and Nitrath. Nitrath, Quarth? Are you okay? How are yours? Mine wanted me to check on you. He is trapped, but mostly fine.
Katearath was awakened by the sound of stones crashing. She darted out of the way of some rocks just in time to not be crushed. Lanimine? She ventured, staring into the darkness of hers’ weyr. The weyrs seem to be falling apart. How are you? Lani rose in her bed, alarmed by the shaking of her weyr. She was a little groggy and confused, but she got the picture quickly. I’m fine Kate, go help… That was cut off by a scream as some of her ceiling fell, slamming into the girl in her bed.
Kate bellowed and flew back into the weyr, but the rubble kept her from getting too far. LANI? She was relieved when she heard her rider, though Lani's voice was stalled and weak. K...kate. I'm fine... She echoed her earlier words, though this time the dragon wasn't at all convinced. She felt the pain in every inch of her as Leilani lay buried under rocks. Go...help someone. I'll try to...get out. Though, for some reason, she couldn't move. Even trying to sent a jab of pain that shook both dragon and rider.
Lanimine? Stay awake, I'll get help! Unfortunately, the pain was too much, and the redheaded girl blacked out. The dragon keeled in pain, and took to the air in a flurry, mind reaching out indiscriminately for any mind it could reach as Katearath panicked. MINE IS PASSED OUT UNDER RUBBLE. I DO NOT KNOW IF SHE IS ALRIGHT OR NOT. HELP! She didn't know if others were hurt, but clearly, her's was the most important right now.
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Post by archenstone on Aug 27, 2011 17:39:51 GMT -5
Kalina was resting on her stomach, curled into her furs as tangled as possible. She was so deeply asleep that the initial tremors didn't wake her. Her firelizards where curled against her as the earthquake began. They creeled out, trying to rouse her. The earth began to shake more violently and still Kalina did not wake up. Her hand hung limply down off the bed and moved to and fro from the force of the earth. The objects on her dresser clattered to the floor and wall hangings bounced off their nails. Glass littered the floor along with broken wood, stones and other odd and ends.
As the ceiling cracked asunder her firelizards abandoned her, betweening out above the weyr. Rock fell, blocking the way to Uminth's Weyr ledge and burying her door. She groaned as the quake rocked her bed but she couldn't seem to wake up. Then her night stand took off on its own dance across the floor, knocking over her medicine cup and the bottle of fellis juice. The bottle barely spilled out. Kalina was effectively buried alive, and still sleeping like a baby.
Uminth was still grounded but as luck would have it they had the ground level. She slept just outside the Weyr ledge, tail twitching with some disturbing dream as tremors shook through her. She woke up, lifting her head and looking around. The tremors came again, stronger. Mine? The ground won't stop shaking.....Mine? She sensed Kalina was very much asleep and looked into the dark maw of the Weyr ledge and quarters. Mine? Wake up! She said more forcefully. The shaking made her nervous. Rock shouldn't shake!
Then the ground rumbled ferociously and Uminth crouched, eyes yellow in terror. MINE! Fear for Hers momentarily over rode her instincts as she dashed into the Weyr ledge. Rock tumbled down, blocking her way. She pushed with her for legs but the rock didn't budge. Another hard tremor knocked her down, and to her horror she saw the rock slide over the opening. She was in true darkness.
Weight, pressing in. Can't breath. Can't breath. Can breathe but panic. So much panic.
Uminth screamed a high pitched roar, as her mind collapsed into complete terror.
The darkness closing in. Walls pressing against hide, no, just some rock. Keep breathing. Breathing good. Must get out. MUST GET OUT!
Uminth thrashed in terror. She couldn't reach hers. She couldn't get out. She wanted to between, but between where? If she betweened she'd get stuck in rock. Her tail banged the wall. It hurt, but the pain only added to the terror. The all consuming terror. Noise, there was so much noise. A part of her mind realized it was her. She was screeching in terror. She shut up almost reflexively and suddenly stopped, curled up into a little ball and started shaking violently. It was several seconds before she realized that the ground had stopped moving.
In her terror she had missed Chakrith's broadcast. Otherwise she would have begged him to send someone. She tentatively reached out for hers, feeling her alive but asleep. Uminth had no comprehension of why Kalina was so asleep, her mind fuzzy and warm in slumber. Hers had been up for several nights, pain not letting her sleep naturally. Her eyes where the only light in the black pitch. She felt fragile. Her trembling body was a physical representation of her mind, and she could loose what little sense she had mustered.
She was about to call out for help when a familiar presence reached out to her. Pidesk? She clung to the contact. The Bronze Wher's calmer mind was like an anchor for her thoughts. We are trapped. Mine stayed asleep through it all and won't wake up. It's not normal. Please come help us.Get me out. She really felt like begging for them to get her out of here with Hers. What was wrong with Hers anyways?
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V'rael jolted awake as tremors shook his room into shambles. The hurricane? He put his feet on ground and stood, swaying with a sea mans legs to the rolling ground. No, not a hurricane. Not on a ship either. He was in his Weyr and that meant....
"Taith!" He rushed for the dragon. The rock heaving beneath him was too much even for someone who once Captained a ship. He tottered towards his destination, the Weyr Couch where Taith clung to the ground, thrashing his tail. Look Out! V'rael instinctively rolled to the side, barely escaping the slab of rock from the Weyr above. He scrambled to Taith's side. He held onto the dragon who curled protectively around him. Eyes swirled in yellow as the rock tumbled down, burying them from the outside. The green mandyr Sexy was curled underneath Taith. Bad floor crack! Crack bad go 'way.
After several minutes the shaking stopped. V'rael slowly stood, the darkness hindering him. "Can you see Taith?" The dragon snorted sarcastically as he said Only my eye-shine Mine. "Set your tail against the wall so I can use it as a guide. I don't want to kill myself here." He followed the outstretched tail to the wall. Chakraith's says most of the Weyrs on this floor are damaged but the cheche seems safe. He also wants to know if we are okay and if anyone can provide help or get out.
V'rael followed the wall till his foot bumped into something. It was a glow basket. He reached in and activated it, letting the glow show total devastation on the left side of his Weyr. His mouth opened is shock as he looked. "How'd we make it?" He murmered. Taith shifted, avoiding a crack that stretched through the middle. You almost went into that. He said, peering down into the darkness. He crooned down it, hearing it echo back up. Could it go all the way to the second floor? V'rael looked at it and kept agaisnt the wall. "I don't think I want to find out. Tell Chakraith that we are okay but you can't get out. I'm going to see if I can leave through the hall to get help."
Taith reached out to Chakraith. We are okay but I'm stuck till the rock is moved. Mine is trying to get out to see if he can help others. Taith probed the hole with his tail experimentally. That really is a big hole. He commented thoughtfully.
V'rael found another glow and activated it, setting it on the ground so Taith would not be in darkness. He then navigated his sleeping area which was covered in rubble with water leaking from somewhere up above. His door was easy to open and he found himself looking into the hall. He walked to his neighbor's weyr and checked it. "T'ke, you in there?" He waited to hear something but remember the blue rider as having gone down to the infirmary earlier in the evening. Taith, check on T'ke. He might not be in his Weyr but I want to make sure before leaving him potentially unconscious in there.
Alright but while I'm doing that you might want to check on Ruskeath's. He's reporting that they are trapped. He....seems unsure about His's safety. V'rael dutifully turned around and slowly made his way down the hall, climbing over debris from the ceiling above. Let Ruskeath know that I am coming. I may not be able to help but I will try to get to His for him..
Taith reached out for Ruskeath. Try to stay calm Ruskeath. Mine is making his way over to Your's Weyr. He's going to try to help. With that being said he reached out for Gareath. Gareath, Mine wants to know if you and Your's are okay.
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Aug 28, 2011 18:46:26 GMT -5
If C'zan hadn't been awoken from his fellis laced dreams by the earthquake (how could one not, it wasn't everyday that one's bed suddenly had a hidden massage feature that ran wildly out of control) he most definitely would have been by the dark hissing of his dragon and the spine tingling scratching of his claws against the rocks. The darkness, the phantom pains, the distant and detached screams... his hand curled to clutch at a blanket until his knuckles blanched, but the bluerider was otherwise unresponsive as he retreated into himself, eyes glazed over as they stared up and watered in the dusty dry air. It was all too familiar, this feeling of helplessness... and he had sworn long ago that he'd never feel it again, but here he was imprisoned.
Swirling in a daze, he considered this a nightmare, maniacally chuckling for a moment before Viaqueth's growls brought him back into the moment, I do not find what is amusing. I have fresh scratches on my old burns... That which had been healing from the operation a month prior was now rent open once again, and the tender hide marred leaving the blue dragon seething in the virtual tomb, too distracted to bother with any attempt to between his way out. Not that it would do much good, C'zan was beyond a wall of rubble, cackling at the situation and dredging up old memories from turns before when they were first captured and traded off bound and drugged to these people in the first place. The fact that they had gained controlled but found their way in this situation again was much too humorous to him.... or maybe he had been hit in the head too hard... he was sitting in a pile of rock, rubble, and bedsheets after all, obviously quite a few of them had landed on him.
Growling still Viaqueth considered calling to their Wasteland brethren, only to find that Hisalyth and His were gone. Well shit... who was going to save them now? Perhaps it was futile, but an attempt was made, calling to anyone who would listen anyway, A little help would be nice, we aren't playing hide and seek and mine has managed to go stupid.
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 29, 2011 0:39:11 GMT -5
H'nes was up; work, work, always work. He'd never wanted to be Weyrleader, and it was shaping up to be exactly what he'd dreaded. This meant Quarth was awake, too, half-dozing on his ledge. The two were going over lists of those involved in the tithe theft, trying to figure out what had happened with that Bluerider whose dragon had been killed. So far, she hadn't said much of anything sensible, so H'nes was down to sorting through old records to find out everything he could about Serissa of Ildyth. All of a sudden, something clicked, and he glanced out towards his Bronze, eyes lit up. "Mi'rah," he said, "And maybe that other Fort transfer... I bet anything G'tor is in on it too. They're why..."
But H'nes never got to finish his sentence. Instead, everything started to shake... but H'nes wasn't paying attention to that either. No. H'nes wasn't paying attention to much of anything.
It was the smallest of things; a rock, a chunk of stone loosely adhered to the canyon wall, was jarred free in the first of the tremors. On its own, the stone wouldn't even have taken out a Weyrledge, but in the midst of their discovery, Quarth and H'nes hadn't noticed it until it was too late. Perfectly placed, the stone rolled down, hitting freefall, and then Quarth's oddly twisted neck. There was an ominous snap.
The Bronze had just a split second to send a pulse of the most overwhelming, undying love towards his rider before winking Between, lost to the void forever. Some riders might have hesitated; H'nes did not. Struggling towards the weyrledge as his room shook itself apart around him, the Weyrleader of Selenitas and Wasteland stumbled and fell, only to crawl on with a kind of manic devotion. Quarth hadn't gone Between, no, he'd just slipped off the ledge, and if H'nes could just throw himself off, the Bronze would come and save him. He had to.
So, just as the earthquake shook itself out, that was exactly what H'nes did. Spread-eagled in the void, he plummeted towards the earth and river below, waiting happily for Quarth to catch him. They had practiced these sorts of things for years. It had to happen.
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Caden was a heavy sleeper, and, apparently, that meant that Nitrath was too. The pair were snoring away happily in the early spring night, the Gold curled inside on her sleeping couch while Caden sprawled across her bed. Honestly, both of them would likely have slept through the whole earthquake if it wasn't for Blossom and Sel. The two Green flits had been acting odd all evening, and now they were practically insane. Blossom nipped carefully (and then not so carefully) at any part of Caden she could reach, while Sel screeched the loudest sounds she could produce, hopping back and forth between Caden and Nitrath. Something was oh so wrong.
By the time Caden struggled her way into consciousness, her entire weyr was practically destroyed. Chunks of rock and dust littered the floor in a corner - luckily on the other side of the room from Caden - and furniture and tanning supplies were scattered everywhere. Luckily, the Goldweyrling was not a particularly materialistic person, and had little to no furniture, and even less in the way of personal possessions, so even if everything was everywhere, it could have been worse. The Goldrider leaped out of bed as soon as she realized what was happening, shimmying behind an empty bookcase that had made a triangular cavity with a wall, commanding both of her greens, GO!. Nitrath just curled up as tight as she could go, trusting the Weyr's builders.
It seemed her trust was not misplaced. When everything was calm once again, Nitrath was unharmed, short a few bruises. Caden inched out from behind her bookshelf shelter, asking, Nitrath? Ok, love?
No, girl, everyone is shouting, and I can not see how we can help! the Gold moaned, adding a verbal keen when she felt a dragon go Between. Quiet, Caden snapped, perhaps a little harsher than she meant (although Nitrath forgave her automatically). Focus just on us, your ledge is blocked and I can't get the door open. At least we are together, Nitrath sighed, then focused. Romeoth would like to know if we are ok. Quarth is... gone...[/i] Nitrath's tone was bereft, even if she had never much cared for the Bronze. Any loss of life was a tragedy.
Caden made a face at the mention of Romeoth, tempted to tell Nitrath to ignore them, but everyone else was in such chaos she didn't think that would be especially helpful. Fine. Me and Mine are fine, Nitrath told Romeoth, her mindvoice calm and collected. But we are trapped, and we wish to help. How are you and yours?[/i]
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Pidesk led Piden to the east side's top entrance - many of the bridges seemed to be out, but they had managed to find the entrance they needed. Relying on Pidesk's night vision, the pair entered the Weyr's halls side by side... and immediately ran in to terrible blockage. Entering from the top, the floor that housed the Golds and Bronzes was the first one they hit, and it was all but impassable. "Shit," Piden said aloud, glancing back at the staircase he'd come down. "Guess we'd better start moving these rocks and clearing the hall, Desk" he said, and Pidesk moved to begin the work. "Better tell Porita and Posk we'll be late, too. This'll take longer than we thought. Can you see if they'll check on Uminth?" Pidesk complied, even as he began shifting stone and checking the hall for weakness. Uminth was offered the most calming thought he could - Someone is coming, but there are many rocks in the way. We will be there as soon as possible. Hold on, we will tell Eikane that you and Yours need a healer.
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Aug 30, 2011 20:35:59 GMT -5
Even the ever calm Chakraith was nearly overwhelmed by the number of distressed dragons responding to her broadcast. Still, the female blue sorted through them as best as she was able, passing on relevant information to Hers so she could respond or making judgement calls where she thought she was able. Dy'shi, meanwhile, worked on moving the rubble that he could from his doorway. If he could just make that hole a bit bigger...he was still a slight person and could probably manage to squeeze through. When he heard about G'tor, literally his neighbour, the rider didn't hesitate to push his way through the widened opening, heedless of his night clothes tearing and long scratches forming on his chest and abdomen. He needed to help.
Almost wryly (but not quite), Chakraith informed Ruskeath, Mine is going to help Yours. Perhaps you might try untrapping yourself, if you are careful? Distractions, much like processing all the incoming distress calls might take some of that fearful edge off. Paglieth next...and Wridelth? Yours' assistance is appreciated, Wridelth. If you can, try to dig out other dragons. Ruskeath would probably aprpeciate the help. Mine says we must move quickly to avoid the aftershocks. The blue dragon blinked mildly in surprise when she noticed a firelizard was in tune to her. She brushed the little creatures mind curiously. Little cousin, what is it you need?
When Romeoth's mindvoice came in the female blue slumped ever so slightly in relief. If he and his were trapped but relatively unharmed they could assist her some in organizing the others. Others have responded, too, Romeoth, she said, and proceeded to tell him what she already knew and what she and Hers had put into effect. Mine says aftershocks will most likely come and we must hurry. When Katearath responded, Chakraith actually turned her head to the side. With a memory as good as any gold's, the blue could easily remember where the green's ledge was. Ground floor...There didn't seem many from there that could assist - at least none of the dragonriders. Taith and His were alright...but C'zan and Viaqueth were not. Hmm. Ah, but there were the whers. Chakraith informed them of the ground floor's plight. Katearath, Viaqueth, I have informed the whers of your trouble. They shall hopefully be along as soon as they can.
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((Starting from here on, I shall also post a little blurb about whatever Eikane and Eikask have to say. Non-wherhandler people can feel free to ignore it.))
There was a pause after Eikask acknowledged Pidesk's message as she consulted with Hers. A brief brush to let the bronze know they'd do something about it was offered before the gold addressed Posk. Focus on the ground floor, says the weird blue and Pidesk. There are many trapped and no other assistance available.
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Zephyr
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 30, 2011 22:55:26 GMT -5
Eyes widened in distress when he couldn’t find Quarth’s mind for a split second. One moment, the bronze dragon was there, and the next he was gone. Almost instinctually, Romeoth’s gaze darted over to H’nes’ weyrledge in time to see Quarth’s big bronze form blink into nothingness. Romeoth hesitated for a second, watching the empty space where H’nes was sure to be in horror when he saw the man’s form appear. Without hesitating again, Romeoth darted upwards and to the left slightly, flaring his wings out so he could hover over where the ledge was supposed to be when he saw the man emerge. Strong talons would try and grip the man around the chest and waist as he plummeted to the ground. He threw his mind out to Nitrath, Chakraith and K’ian. I have Quarth’s. He is trying to commit suicide. Which was understandable, he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same if something happened to K’ian. To Nitrath, he added. We are fine. Mine is trapped, however. As he tried to hold onto an inevitably struggling H’nes, he added with a wave of supportive energy brushed against her mind, We WILL get you out, and then you can help.
K’ian looked rather miserable, sitting in the corner with a wet rag over his face, trying to keep from inhaling the dust and smoke that was in his weyr. At Rom’s proclamation that Quarth was gone, the man’s eyes widened. H’nes was surely dead. With the weyrleader gone, what would the weyr do? Millieth only just rose. She hadn’t even laid her eggs yet. He was slightly relieved when Romeoth announced that he had H’nes…but that passed. If Rom couldn’t hold onto him, then he would surely die. But what would a weyrleader be without a dragon? What use would he be? The man was half tempted to tell his dragon to drop the man. Why torture a dragonless man with a duty he wouldn’t be able to perform anyway? Then there was still the thought of the loss of life. He couldn’t prevent Ilydth’s death, but he had done his damndest to keep Serissa alive, and now he had to choose again. Sighing lightly, he spoke to Romeoth. Hold on tight, Rom. He’s GOING to want free.
While trying to hold onto H’nes, Romeoth was also getting multiple reports from Chakraith, which, of course, he reported back to his rider. K’ian clearly wasn’t in the right mind to lead, but with H’nes out of commission, he and Rom had to do something. G’tor will not respond to his dragon and is possibly injured, L’nu is possibly injured, but who knows with Paglieth? Syrene and Wridelth are fine and able to help. Katearath is fine, but Leilani will not respond to her. Might as well count her out for now. Kalina is possibly injured; won’t respond to her dragon. Taith and V’rael are fine, but Taith is trapped in his weyr. C’zan will not respond to his dragon and is quite possibly injured. H’nes…completely out of commission, no matter if you have him or not. Caden and Nitrath are fine but trapped. Chakraith and his are fine. This doesn’t leave us too many options, Rom, but we need to do something.
Romeoth agreed, and spoke to Chakraith privately at first. I’m sorry you’ve had to bear this burden alone for so long, my dear. Then he bellowed to the weyr at large, trying to reach as many draconic minds as he possibly could. DRAGONS CALM YOURSELVES! WE WILL GET YOU ALL OUT OF THIS, BUT WE NEED SOME SUPPORT! WHERS HAVE BEEN SENT ALONG TO AID THOSE WHO ARE TRAPPED. ANYONE WHO IS FREE, NOT HELPING SOMEONE OR INJURED, A BASE CAMP IS BEING SET UP ON THE TOP OF THE CANYON, GO THERE. WE WILL REGROUP ONCE EVERYONE IS FREE AND TAKE STOCK OF INJURES AND…DEATHS. WE WILL ALSO GET IN CONTACT WITH THE WESTERN END OF THE WEYR AT THAT TIME. EVERYONE JUST NEEDS TO STAY CALM. That was mostly directed towards Katearath, who seemed to be having a mini meltdown at not being able to speak to Lani. Though, Romeoth’s words calmed the green slightly, who landed heavily on the ground. Her heard was beating at a mile a minute, and she was wondering where the sharding whers were. What a time to be late…oh, what is this? Through the sounds of screaming people and falling rocks, she heard a little cry for help. Lowering herself slightly and tilting her head, she was able to make out an indistinct cry of help coming from the general Weyrfolk apartments direction. At first she didn’t know what to do, but soon, she spoke, trying to speak to any whers in the vicinity, but probably including most of the dragons around too. Hello? Um…there’s a human calling for help in this bulding here. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but…they need help? She said almost sheepishly, almost ashamed of not being able to help more. She did try and throw a wave of supportive enegery in Samael’s general direction. I’ve alerted the whers to your direction, little one. She didn’t know if she’d even reach him through the chaos, but she tried at least.
NOW THOSE DAMNED WHERS NEEDED TO COME SAVE HERS!
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 30, 2011 23:42:27 GMT -5
H'nes flew, and fell, peaceful as some level of understanding came to him. Quarth wasn't coming, but that was alright - he was going to Quarth. They would be together forever. Just another -
Something snagged him out of the air, and H'nes roared his anger. Roared, and then bit down with all the strength of a madman. His mouth caught the loose skin between two of Romeoth's fingers, and H'nes bit deep, ripping out as much flesh as he could and spitting out a chunk. A tiny wound, maybe, to a dragon as big as a Bronze, but it would be surprising and incredibly painful. If H'nes had his way, it would make Romeoth drop him in shock; if not, he'd keep biting and ripping out flesh until Romeoth did drop him. All he wanted to do was fly, one last time.
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It was pure luck that Piden and Pidesk started working on K'ian's doorway first - well, pure luck and the fact that Pidesk could not get a sense of the first weyr (and it was blocked with a large slab of stone that would take more than a single Wher to move), and sensed no one in the second. Luckily, it was a pile of smallish boulders in the way, and not a large slab of rock - Pidesk cleared it soon enough, and Piden forced the door. "Anyone in here?"
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As Caden scrambled around the weyr, changing into practical clothes and arming herself, she heard Nitrath start speaking. Well, not speaking exactly, but she was more like echoing another dragon's words. In fact, Nitrath was supporting Romeoth, adding the commanding power of a Queen's voice to the bronze's good sense. No dragon would be able to disobey.
Who are you talking to? With? Caden grumbled, immediately suspicious. Romeoth, girl. He speaks sense, and now they must listen.[/color] Caden stared daggers at her Gold. You know he's a Wastelander, I don't want you associating with him. I've told you that before. No more, Nitrath. The dragon raised an eyeridge, stretching up from her ledge to walk over to her angry human. He is the Weyrleader, now, or the closest we have. Quarth is gone. We must work together to make sure our people are safe.[/i] Caden, ever mature, made a fake gagging noise and headed for the ledge, clambering over stone and broken furniture on the way. Shut up and help me move this. Better if we're in charge, not K'ian, but for that we've got to get out. And check on Millieth. And. And? Turning bright red, Caden added, And Mo'rya, and Leilani and M'ze too. If you can reach 'em. And? And Er'ani.
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Post by dragon on Aug 31, 2011 0:13:57 GMT -5
The shield of blue wings shifted slightly, and then Paglieth's head appeared in the darkness just inches from Syrene as he tried to see her. Who am I? he inquired, trying to identify her. But! She was here to help his, and that was good enough for the moment. Rustling his wingsails, he lifted them overhead, guarding his own head again, but also His and Syrene as well. Just in case.
L'nu groaned something, but nothing coherent. Caught somewhere between reality and a state of shock, he wasn't quite feeling anything anymore. Once he twitched, and then he tried to get up. But still being pinned he naturally didn't get very far. "Never tell her ... gone too late ..." he muttered before collapsing back to the floor again when his attempt to rise failed utterly. But that was alright ... what did he ever do that didn't fail? Failing was normal, it was almost okay.
Paglieth snorted when a tiny snap of between chill graced his forehead just prior to Rose landing between his knobs and offering a rather meek-sounding trill. I think mine's leg isn't snapped. I think mine isn't trapped, too. Tell him to move, he is listening to me. he complained to Syrene, with some effort. Talking just to his was difficult enough some days, but talking to her was even harder ... if she would ever understand anything he said anyway?
Of course, it would probably help a lot if Paglieth got off of what was pinning his rider down, but the Blue apparently hadn't realized yet that he was doing such. He also hadn't quite realized that he was probably the most qualified to move any fallen items, being arguably the strongest one of the lot in the room.
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Aftershock
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Post by Aftershock on Aug 31, 2011 0:42:06 GMT -5
Samael perked up as he felt the wave of support from Katearath, and quickly responded to the quiet call with, "Thank you. Heimdall is hurt, I don't know how badly, but his leg is trapped. I can't leave him here, and I can't see, so I can't go anywhere anyway. Please, hurry!" Nearly simultaneously, Freyr got a direct response from Chakraith, and quickly informed the female blue that his Bonded was trapped, and they could not leave without his fuzzy Bond-brother, who's leg was trapped beneath some rock. He flashed a quick picture to Chakraith of the situation, then nuzzled Samael and crooned, letting him know that others knew of them and help was on the way.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Aug 31, 2011 15:00:19 GMT -5
Ruskeath poked at Star's mind as he shifted his body lower. His tail protested that it was still trapped under the rock, but he ignored the pain. The phantom aches he was feeling from G'tor were far more worrisome. The man wasn't slipping away as with the poison, but his silence was unnerving. Star shivered at Ruskeath's query. She hadn't meant it to happen! Ruskeath assured her he wasn't mad, but they needed to help G'tor now. Star agreed hurriedly, confirming that G'tor was well and truly out, but it was too dark to send images. Ruskeath sighed. They needed help, but how many more were injured? The cries of his fellow dragons grew increasingly distressing and he knew G'tor would want them to be helped first, silly man that he was. Well, at least he wasn't awake to argue!
Thank you, Taith and Chaikraith, he responded gratefully to the younger dragons. He started to push some of the rocks away with his nose, afraid using his claws would be too risky. He wished he could see better in the dark and he could work faster. Ruskeath felt almost embarrassed by all the attention. True, he was worried, but he hadn't wanted to drag them from other rescue efforts. Please tell Yours to be careful, he told both dragons earnestly. And Tor-mine would not want others abandoned for him, if one of you wishes to go? he added, a little reluctantly. He really wanted G'tor free and with Healers as soon as possible, but so many seemed in pain and neither of them could bare the idea of being saved at the expense of another.
Romeoth's words and Nitrath's command to listen were met with approval and compliance. Ruskeath was sorry His was unconscious and he could not be more help. He did feel terribly useless right now. At least he could manage the calm part. His would be fine, he had to believe that. Panic would not help him any faster. Determined, Ruskeath pushed more rocks aside, hoping to see Star's flash of white as she waited on G'tor's head.
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Posk bark urgently at Porita as they ran. They had to move! So many to help, and so little time! The paused at the edge of the canyon and Porita gasped at the state of the East wall. It was so badly damaged. How could anyone have survived? What about Hinsero and Ithanna and her other friends? No. Porita's knuckles whitened on her skirt. She couldn't think like that. They had to be alive and she and Posk would help them stay that way. This was her home and her family now, after all. Posk yipped in agreement. Eikask said they should begin at the bottom and Pidesk had sent them coordinates for the hall outside Uminth's Weyr. Porita's stomach did a flip flop. Between into such a small place? She knew whers could do it, but it was so risky. Posk nuzzled her. It would be fine, they were protected by destiny to save the dragonriders.
Smiling weakly, Porita climbed onto Posk's back as he jumped. She held her breath though the cold blackness until they slammed back into reality. At first, Porita wasn't sure they had left between. It was still black, but she could feel the rock between her toes and voices echoing in the ruined hall. Posk nudged her, and through his eyes, she could see they were in the ground floor hall, and Kalina's door was blocked by rocks. Porita reached into her pocket for a glow she had brought from her room. "See if you can reach her," she suggested. "I'll check the others." It was hard to keep her voice steady through her fear, but Posk's bright confidence gave her hope. The young blue starting digging rapidly through the rubble, speaking to Uminth and Katearath as he worked. He would help both of Theirs as soon as he could and more help was coming! All would be well, he assured them. It was fate!
Porita followed the sound of the voice down the hall until she found Samael's door. Was someone in there? She couldn't tell how badly it was blocked in this light, so she wasn't even sure she could help while Posk was busy. "Hello?" she called, barely above a whispered. Blushing at her shyness, Porita swallowed and tried again. "Hello? Can I help?"
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Garaeth turned his head to better watch Feyrianth when he heard Taith reach out to him. T'ke-mine is fine, he replied in a fuzzy tone that was nevertheless grateful for the concern. I am sure I will be too, when I can see the rest of me. Feyrianth is so kindly helping me. He was taking his situation pretty lightly, but that was just the way he was.
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